An empty woman stayed in an empty foyer last night,

there was no hint of emotions in her eyes

her face just seemed expressionless

whilst staring at the hall seemingly colorless.

Perhaps she was deranged;

deranged by animosity

perhaps she was detached;

detached from the world's cruelty.

She positioned herself as she hit along the surface

with her crimson skin and ragged clothing;

alas, she was a maze—

a mystifying puzzle that's needed to be solved.

And was her heart once made of gold?

perhaps it was; perhaps it wasn't

but a real gold does not rust.